Winds : Creative Writing

Winds of my atmosphere relaxes my opinion.

Instead of walking away, I stay to review the gusted winds.

Noticing the sun is peaking out warm sunshine.

Days are unknown and soundless as I read caution signs.

Stale is the grass as I greet it with my taste buds, uniting my walk with earthly muds.

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